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sl1pkn1f3 - neevah & fallenwing lyrics

[intro: f4llen]
don’t play with sh*t if you can’t handle the s—
oh, my god, stop the music
hey, where’s rolo?
ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: f4llen]
turn the opps to f*ckin’ dust (ayy)
b*tch, you know that it’s a must (yuh)
know this glock is g*y (ayy, ayy), it bust
say you don’t snitch, i won’t trust (yeah)
run in with that f*ckin’ glock (ayy)
get the f*ck up (ayy, ayy) off my c*ck
sell the drugs over the (ayy) dock
know (ayy) i got a big ass (ayy) stock

[verse 1: f4llen]
f*ck, pockets so fat like my name was f*ckin’ dave
tellin’ me to make an open, lil’ b*tch (yuh), i am not your slave
bullets comin’ back around (ayy, ayy) like it was a mo’f*ckin’ glaive
talkin’ on my name, so you can go (ayy, ayy) and f*ckin’ wave goodbye
’cause you gonna die
if you talkin’ (ayy) sh*t, i’ma slide by nine
feelin’ so divine
sippin’ on this lean like some (yuh) fine wine
shootin’ up the buildin’ like a (ayy, ayy) motherf*ckin’ combine
wanna be my friend, but i’ma just mo’f*ckin’ decline
cannot go a single second (ayy, ayy) without snortin’ a big line
[verse 2: neevah]
pull up on that motherf*ckin’ b*tch with my motherf*ckin’ stick
got that b*tch sing*singin’ like she’s bladee
[?]
you a b*tch, you a—, i don’t give a f*ck
you a b*tch, you a—, i don’t give a f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck, got ya tummy tucked
got a stick in your mouth, you a good sl*t
eight*seven*seven cash down, get your money up

[bridge: neevah]
woke up, vampire
i got [?] standin’ in my [?]
pull up [?]
i got switches on me

[verse 3: neevah]
knives, i don’t give a f*ck about you
i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck
you was*y*you was talkin’ sh*t, n*gga, eat my f*ckin’ nuts
nice, i don’t give a f*ck about*f*ck about—

[chorus: f4llen & neevah]
turn the opps to f*ckin’ dust (ayy)
b*tch, you know that it’s a must (yuh)
know this glock is g*y (ayy, ayy), it bust
say you don’t snitch, i won’t trust (pow*pow) (yeah)
run in with that f*ckin’ glock (ayy)
get the f*ck up (ayy, ayy) off my c*ck
sell the drugs over the (ayy) dock
know (ayy) i got a big ass (ayy) stock
[outro: f4llen]
(present)
ayy, ayy, ayy
(time) turn the opps to f*ckin’ dust (ayy)
b*tch, you know that it’s a must (yuh)
(ha) know this glock is g*y (ayy, ayy), it bust
say you don’t snitch, i won’t trust (yeah)
(ha) run in with that f*ckin’ glock (ayy)
get the f*ck up (ayy, ayy) off my c*ck
(haha) sell the drugs over the (ayy) dock
know (ayy) i got a big ass (ayy) stock
(time) f*ck, pockets so fat like my name was f*ckin’ dave
(present) tellin’ me to make an open, lil’ b*tch (yuh), i am not your slave
(time) bullets comin’ back around (ayy, ayy) like it was a mo’f*ckin’ glaive
(haha) talkin’ on my name, so you can go (ayy, ayy) and f*ckin’ wave goodbye (haha)
’cause you gonna die
if you talkin’ (ayy) sh*t (time), i’ma slide by nine
feelin’ so divine (haha)
sippin’ on this lean like some (yuh) fine wine
(time) shootin’ up the buildin’ like a (ayy, ayy) motherf*ckin’ combine
(haha) wanna be my friend, but—

- neevah fallenwing lyrics

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